Dark Ascendancy | Tomarry

| Unyielding Loyalty

With the artifact in their possession, Tom and Harry's grip on the wizarding world tightened. The artifact's power was immense, and they used it to strengthen their forces, enhance their spells, and instill fear in their enemies. The resistance, already weakened, began to crumble under the weight of their new power.

However, there were still pockets of defiance. Some brave souls continued to fight, refusing to bow to the new order. Tom decided it was time to send a message, one that would crush any remaining hope of rebellion.

Harry was summoned to a meeting in the Minister's office. Tom, Bellatrix, and several high-ranking Death Eaters were already there.

"We've identified a group of dissidents hiding in the outskirts of Hogsmeade," Tom said, his voice cold and commanding. "They must be eliminated."

Harry nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll take care of it."

Bellatrix's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, this will be fun."

Tom's gaze locked onto Harry's. "Remember, Harry. This is not just about defeating our enemies. It's about sending a message. They must know that resistance is futile."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine. "I understand."

That night, Harry led a contingent of Death Eaters to Hogsmeade. The village, once bustling with life, was now eerily silent. They moved through the streets with stealth and precision, eventually reaching the hideout where the rebels were said to be hiding.

Harry signaled his team to surround the building. With a flick of his wand, he blasted the door open, and they stormed inside. Spells flew in every direction as the battle erupted.

Harry fought with a grim determination. He had no room for hesitation or mercy. This was about ensuring their future, about proving his loyalty to Tom.

In the midst of the chaos, Harry found himself face-to-face with Neville Longbottom. The boy who had once been his ally now stood before him, defiant and unyielding.

"Harry, you don't have to do this," Neville said, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. "You can still change."

Harry's heart ached, but he pushed the emotion aside. "It's too late for that, Neville."

Neville raised his wand, but Harry was faster. "Expelliarmus!" Neville's wand flew from his hand, and he fell to the ground, defeated.

The battle continued, but the outcome was inevitable. The Death Eaters overwhelmed the rebels, leaving no survivors. As the dust settled, Harry looked around at the bodies of those who had once been his friends and allies. It was a grim sight, but necessary.

Returning to the Ministry, Harry reported their success to Tom. "The rebels have been eliminated."

Tom's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You've done well, Harry. This will serve as a powerful reminder to any who would oppose us."

Bellatrix laughed, her joy evident. "They'll think twice before challenging us again."

Harry nodded, but his mind was filled with the faces of those he had defeated. He had chosen this path, and he would see it through to the end.

Tom approached him, his expression one of approval. "Your loyalty is unwavering, Harry. Together, we will shape the future."

Harry met Tom's gaze, feeling a mixture of pride and sorrow. "For our vision, for our future."

As they stood together, united in their dark purpose, Harry knew that the path they walked was one of power and ambition. There was no turning back, only forward, toward the future they would create together.

The darkness was their ally, and with each step, Harry's bond with Tom grew stronger. Together, they were unstoppable, their power and ambition driving them ever forward.